Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
Solitude either develops the mental power, or renders men dull and vicious.
There is but one way of refusing To-morrow, that is to die.
Men like me are impossible until the day when they become necessary.
The need of the immaterial is the most deeply rooted of all needs. One must have bread; but before bread, one must have the ideal.
What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.